Tuesday, September 15, 2009

You care for nothing

"You care for nothing but shooting, dogs, and rat-catching,and you will be a disgrace to yourself and all your family."
Erasmus Darwin to his son Charles.

It's hard to predict how anyone will turn out and it's easy to criticise younger people.

Children seem to have little similiarity to their parents. Having just had unpleasant dealings with Tony's son that comes from the heart !! Rejection of the older generation is commonplace and probably necessary for progressive thought, but sometimes it just seems like deliberate idiocy.
I'm not in a good mood this morning.

Monday, September 07, 2009

Monday mornin'

Start of a new working week and I actually did some writing for the novel this morning. Have a look over on 'Whatever Comes' if you're interested....

While walking Razz this morning I had a flash of long lost memory. There was a nice little single funnel steamer coming up the channel. It was still misty and she had lights on her fore and main masts.I said to the dog'Oh they're her riding lights I think'.

While wondering if I had the nautical term right I remembered a house I'd not seen in 50 years. It was called 'Riding Lights'.
The memory was of a girl called Lyn and me.I'd stayed at her house overnight and we snuck out after dark and tramped around the woods in the moonlight. At one point, trudging through someone's garden, we found a swimming pool that had been drained. It's deep end contained a large pile of fallen leaves and we'd rushed about in it shrieking and throwing armfulls in the air.
Some time later her father's car picked us up on the road and took us home.
I was never invited there again.
Strange that I should remember it so clearly today.

Friday, September 04, 2009

Okay Foxy Woxy I still luvs ya

This morning I fire up the old laptop and open Firefox and Shazzam there's my mail!
Apparently the Mozilla Fairy snuck in while I was sleeping and made things all better again. Thank You whatever you are. Even my morning headache feels better.


I have another fly in my ointment that is trivial by comparison, but I must mention it now.
I buy stuff online: it's easier than hauling the dog to a shop only to be refused entry which irks me somewhat, plus paying the delivery charge keeps somebody in work and decreases my carbon footprint, plus I'm lazy.

It took ages to find galvanised buckets even with all the might of Google, but I found some and ordered 2.
Box arrived,big box. I opened it and found shoved inside each other 2 galvanised incinerators- the ones that are really a modified dustbin.

Seeing as I want the buckets for forcing rhubarb, large and ungainly dustbins aren't gonna be adequate substitutes.

I have emailed the company and asked them to collect bins and replace with buckets. Watch this space.....

Today the sun is shining for a rare change. I must away to the borders and plant some bulbs, skippety skippety skip.

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Driven Mad

Help. I'm being driven mad....

It started when I caught H1 N1 Insomnia from a certain relative.
I've had older chronic versions of Insomnia before, the kind where you wake at 03.30, get up make a cuppa and grab a start on the day before the rest of the world.

Now I've got the 'Why go to bed at all' variety, which is very deadly. I hang around my laptop till well past beddies time then I read until my eyes fall out of my face, then I have vivid crazy dreams that don't fit into ANY context I can think of. Then I get up and drag through next morning with headache etc etc.Of course I liven up again in the evening and don't go to bed then either.

Added to this internal disease Firefox is making me crazy. I've always loved Firefox and been besotted since we first met, loving all his fun features.

A little while back I downloaded 3.5 and very snazzy he was too.There were few irritations,okay he was slower than the old Firefox, but I have more patience so we didn't fight about it. Pages weren't always showing up legible because the damn print size kept wobbling, but I just dug out my specs.

However 3 days ago Foxy Baby refused to let me read my email.Maybe it was a fit of jealous pique, so I let it ride.
Another day and still no email, just blank pages. So I tried tinkering to no avail.

Then I went for help only to find that Foxy has been screwing over his other buddies and they like me are getting a bit pissed at this anti-social behaviour.

This morning, headache an' all, I backtracked to a previous Foxy Woxy , it cost me a few passwords but what the Hell.
I started again
................. (long pause for unprintable expletives).........

The old version won't let me read my email either.

If you're reading this Foxy Socksy I'd like to tell you that you are jeopardising my long held affection for you.

Get back on track, straighten up and do right by me!!!!!